Originally, his intent of once a month sounded probable, but last night, when we’d discussed it, we realized that often would never work. Speaking of which, have you decided how often you’ll be seeing Carter?” “You’ll get over your fears and fly to France someday.” I laughed and handed her a printout of flight information for her sanity.

“I experienced enough anxiety to last me a lifetime. “The first time was traumatic enough,” she said. “So, you can guilt me into coming over but you don’t want to ride along to see me off at the airport?” “Unfortunately.” I blushed, thinking about the bright red hickeys that Carter had placed all over my neck hours earlier. “Did you not pack enough clothes or something?”

“I thought you hated wearing turtlenecks.” She looked me up and down. I’d been too busy trying to spend every second with Carter, to make up for lost time. She’d been right I’d nearly forgotten to stop by during my last few days. With the taste of pancake batter still on my lips and the sting of my recent tattoo on my arm, I hugged my mother days later. “I feel like I’ve already wasted most of my time here being mad at you.” “In that case, I can take you to the airport right now if you like.” His lips curved into a smirk and I rolled my eyes-unable to keep up that charade.

“I was just thinking about how I can’t wait to get back actually.” “What makes you think I would ever consider staying?” I asked. As much as I’d like for you to, I won’t let you stay this time either.” He secured his arms around my waist and rolled me on top of him. “Why are you so quiet, then? What are you thinking about?” “Are you okay?” He brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I didn’t want to go back to France at all. There had to be some exception about returning to the semester late, some special clause about having your best friend tell you he loves you and your world coming to a complete standstill.Įven if there wasn’t, I was tempted to call the dean of academics and ask. As Carter ran his fingers through my hair, I looked into his eyes-unsure of what to say. With a smile on my lips, I replayed the past few hours of us in bed, how months of distance were easily erased. And I always will.” Carter’s words were currently repeating themselves in my mind as he held me close. PPS-This title will be officially released September 10th. PS-Yes, I will still post this on my blog  It’s the previously unpublished epilogue to Sincerely, Carter, and the easiest way I could make sure as many readers as possible have it since I normally post things like this on my blog. **Note: This is not a standalone or a novel. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2015 Whitney Gracia Williams.

Sincerely carter by whitney g